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"Get a load of this, Frank." Gerald Peyton's pause set off his pronouncement. "She is expecting to get a wedding ring." "That's understandable," I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cleared. Diamond rings--more sold in December than in any other month of the year--went for a cool grand per karat. Weeks ago, I'd priced them--again--for my domestic situation. "What seems to be the problem?" "That's a big leap for me to make." "I expect you'll make it with room to spare."
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military
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